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Today was Thursday, which meant Blake must be back at home. A shiver ran through her body as she thought about him. She closed her eyes, and imagined him gripping her in his muscular arms, kissing her... FUCKING her! Meg's heart fluttered in her chest. Perhaps she would give him a call tomorrow.

Meg decided to go in and tell Justin he was no longer grounded, to apologize. She picked up her empty glass and walked into the house. But the television had been turned off - Justin had already gone to bed. She frowned. She'd have to tell him in the morning.

Blake was just finishing brushing his teeth over his bathroom sink when he heard the doorbell, faintly discernible above the running water. "Who the fuck..." he wondered out loud. He rinsed his mouth and strode through the living room, wiping his face with a towel as he walked. He pulled the front door open, and there on the stoop stood Justin.

"Well hello there little buddy! This is a surprise."

"Hi Blake."

"Um, come on in." Blake glanced at his wristwatch. "It's... a little late for you isn't it sport?"

The boy nodded. "I guess so. But I... I wanted to come and see you, but I'm grounded. I had to sneak out."

"Grounded? Why?" He followed the boy into the living room.

Justin shrugged. "Mom's mad at me."

"She's mad at you? Why?" He thought he knew the reason.

"Um..." he shrugged.

"Was it because of that day on the beach when you watched us?" Justin nodded, and looked down at the floor.

"Did you like watching?"

"Uh huh."

"You're not... mad or anything are you? I mean, me being with your mother?"

The boy shook his head. "Uh uh. It's okay. And I really liked to watch." He lowered his eyes. "Can I watch again... I mean if you ever do it again?"

Blake laughed. "Of course you can buddy. I thought it was... exciting knowing you could see us."

"You did?"

"Sure. Sometimes it's just as fun knowing someone's watching you as it is to watch other people."

Justin looked confused. He didn't really understand.

"So, what would you like to do? You could play with my computer... or we could watch some more of my movies..."

Justin smiled broadly. "Movies," he said softly.

The two of them walked hand in hand to the den. Blake sat down at the computer, and Justin began to pull up the spare chair. "Um, wait a sec' Justin. I've got an idea. Would you like to sit on my lap?"

After a moment's hesitation, the boy clambered up into Blake's lap, sitting across his upper thighs. Blake luxuriated in the feel of the boy's cute little butt wriggling into position. He sighed as he grabbed the mouse, considering which video to call up.

"Remember the clip we saw of anal sex? The man fucking the woman's ass? Did you know that men do that to each other sometimes?"

Justin looked upward, thinking. "Kind of... I think I've heard of that."

"Well, watch this." Blake clicked his mouse, and the clip showed a side view of a young man in his early 20s on hands and knees, while an older man fucked his ass from behind.

"Oh wow," murmured Justin. He shifted his weight on Blake's thighs, sliding backward to get more comfortable. He was dangerously close to sitting on Blake's erection, which was growing impressively inside his sweats. "Play it again."

"Hang on - I've got a better one." He searched through the directory. "That feels really good you know."

"Fucking someone in their rear?"

Blake smiled. "Well, that too. But I mean, being fucked in the rear feels really good."

"It does? It doesn't hurt?" His eyes narrowed. "How do you know that?"

"Because I've done it."

"You have? A man has put his dick in your bum?"

"Yup, many times. I like it. And it doesn't hurt unless the man has a big cock. Even then, it feels nice." Justin fell silent, contemplating this information.

"Okay here's the next movie. Now this feels really good. But I've never actually done it."

The clip featured two young men and an older woman. One man was lying on his back on the edge of a table, while the other stood in front of him and fucked his ass. Meanwhile, the woman had the recipient's erect prick in her mouth.

"This gets me really hot to watch it. How about you?" Blake asked.

Justin nodded vigorously.

"Tell you what. I've got about ten of those kind. Let me queue them up so they run continuously. That's about 20 minutes worth. Then we can just sit back and watch them."

As the clips flashed across the computer monitor, Blake was becoming increasingly aware of the warmth of Justin's legs and rear radiating through the fabric of his sweatpants. His cock was erect and throbbing in his groin, and he was sure that Justin's was doing much the same. He knew that it was only a matter of time until he got another chance at the boy's cock - Justin wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't interesting in continuing their sex games.

The movies continued in an endless loop, all of them featuring bi men, and a couple of them with young teenage boys. Blake placed his hand on Justin's hip in invitation, and the boy squirmed into a more comfortable position in Blake's lap. He was now sitting on Blake's erection, and the man was sure that the boy could easily feel his arousal pressed against him.

"Are you SURE that it doesn't hurt?"

Blake smiled. "Well, if the cock is big, it does a little bit. At first anyway. I like it if the cock is a little smaller."

The current clip showed two men lustily fucking.

"Do these movies turn you on Justin?" The boy nodded.

"Me too. Can you feel how hard I am?" Blake flexed his cock, pushing it against Justin's cute rear.

Justin nodded and giggled. "Uh-huh."

Blake placed his hands on each of Justin's hips, then tentatively slid them around to his crotch. He could feel the boy's stiff cock through the material of his shorts. "Oh my... you're very hard too." Justin responded by wiggling his butt, stimulating Blake's sensitized cock. Blake slid his hand across Justin's bulge, feeling it jerk at the sensation.

"I just don't know if I'd like that. It'd hurt I think."

"It might. But I wonder if you'd like it more to fuck a man in the ass, rather than BE fucked?"

"Is it different than fucking a girl?"

"In her ass, or in her pussy?"

"Both."

"Well..." Blake slid his hands up and down Justin's bare thighs. "Fucking either a man or a woman in the ass feels about the same I guess. Very tight. It's a little different to fuck a girl in her pussy though." He brought his hands to the waistband of Justin's shorts and began pushing them down. Justin obliged by lifting his butt slightly off Blake's laps, and the older man nudged the shorts down the boy's thighs.

Justin leaned back against Blake's chest and closed his eyes, letting the older man fondle him. His cock was steely hard in Blake's hand, and the older man formed his thumb and forefinger into a circle and masturbated him.

Justin moaned with pleasure, and Blake's cock jerked at the sound. He flexed his erection, pushing it against Justin's butt cheeks. How he wanted to fuck the boy! But that would be going too far - it was too soon in their relationship. But maybe there was an alternative.

He stopped stroking Justin's prick, and whispered softly in the boy's ear. "Would you like to try it?"

Justin's eyes opened. "Try what Blake?"

"You could fuck me in the ass."

Justin inhaled sharply. "Would... would you like me to?" he asked in a trembling voice.

Blake smiled. "Yes. Very much." He gently helped the boy off his lap, and they walked to the bedroom.

Blake was lying facedown on his bed, completely nude, rubbing his throbbing cock against the pillow that was propped beneath him. He was trembling with excitement, anticipating the feeling of Justin's cock entering him. His ass was suspended in the air, asshole shiny with a thick layer of Vaseline.

He felt the mattress depress between his spread legs as the boy climbed on the bed. "I hope I don't hurt you Blake." He sounded both excited and frightened.

Blake smiled. "It won't hurt... It'll feel good. Now put your cock against me."

Justin scooted forward and knelt behind him. Blake could feel him probing his asshole with his cockhead, very tentatively poking against him. "Don't be shy Justin," he gasped. "Press it into me." He could hear Justin breathing heavily, as he repositioned his cockhead and pushed the tip into Blake's willing asshole.

"Oh yeah," Blake moaned. "That's it. Keep going." Justin pushed again, and gasped as the first two inches of his hard prick entered the older man's tight ass. He pushed harder, and the full length of his five-inch cock disappeared into Blake's warm rectum. "Ohh," Justin moaned loudly, reveling in his first ever fuck.

Justin fell onto Blake's broad back, fucking the older man lustily. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted loudly with each stroke. Blake bucked his ass against the boy's thrusting cock, delighting in the feel of Justin's rock-hard prick snaking deeply into his rectum. He swirled his hips, sliding his cock against the pillow beneath him, knowing the boy was going to make him come.

He coaxed the boy to fuck him harder. "Oh yeah, Justin. Fuck me! That's it!" Justin humped the older man feverishly, his cock making a liquid slapping sound as it drilled in and out of Blake's clinging asshole. Blake tried to keep pace, in ecstasy over the stimulation. He ground his own throbbing cock into the pillow beneath him, feeling his orgasm rapidly approaching.

Justin was fucking Blake at a furious pace, moaning with lust. With a final deep thrust, he began coming inside Blake. "Ohhh!" he cried loudly with pleasure. "Uh! UH! UH!" His cock vibrated inside the man's ass, as he shot his sperm deeply inside Blake's rectum. The older man, excited at Justin's climax, humped furiously against the pillow, until he too was coming in massive waves of erotic pleasure. The wetness of his sperm spread in a pool beneath him, soaking his pubic hair.

As his orgasm subsided, Justin collapsed against Blake's sweaty back, gasping for breath, mellowing in the after-glow of his first fuck. His cock began to soften, but he remained wedged in the man's tight asshole, unwilling to give up the warm grip.

Blake grinned weakly. "Mmm, you fucked me good."

"It sure felt nice Blake. I guess I kind of know what's it's like to fuck a girl."

Blake smiled. "Kind of."

"Sure wish I could do that someday. Just like you fucking my Mom."

"Oh you will." And at that moment, a nasty evil thought began to form in Blake's mind.

"Another glass of chardonnay Meg?"

Meg was already feeling tipsy, but she nodded and handed him her empty wine glass. She felt safe, and protected, and uninhibited. Why not go all out? She kicked off her sandals, and settled back in Blake's overstuffed couch. A warm glow wrapped around her like a blanket. She demurely pulled the hem of her short sundress over her bare thighs, and gave a long satisfied sigh.

This was their first real "date". Justin was left back at the cabin. Blake had cooked a fantastic meal for the two of them, and had entertained her over dinner with stories of his job. She was falling for the man... that was clear to her. But Meg was more than willing to let it happen. And Justin liked him too - a big bonus.

Blake returned from the kitchen with two chilled glasses of wine. "M'lady," he said with mock chivalry as he handed one to Meg. He chuckled. "I think that's yours, but I'm not sure."

Meg giggled. "That's okay. We've already exchanged each other germs." She blushed - she wasn't used to being so forward.

Blake smiled slyly. "And bodily fluids too." He took a sip of his wine and sat next to Meg, their legs touching. Meg's heart skipped a beat as Blake's bare thigh rubbed against hers. She glanced down at his hairy, muscular legs and took a big gulp of her wine. "Why Blake, if I didn't know better, I'd say you're trying to get me drunk."

He laughed merrily. "Maybe I am." It was time to make his move. He took her glass from her and set it down on the sturdy oak coffee table in front of them. He placed his hand on her warm thigh and bent to kiss her lightly on her shiny lips. He wondered if Justin was outside the picture window as they had agreed.

Meg responded passionately to the kiss. She opened her mouth, and allowed Blake's warm tongue inside. She sucked on it fiercely, and leaned toward him, pressing against his side.

"I want to make you feel good Meg."

She moaned in response.

"Let's go to the bedroom."

Blake got up from the couch, and pulled the slightly tipsy Meg up to join him. They kissed again, briefly. Blake squeezed her ass cheeks through the dress, then they separated. "You go on ahead Meg. I'll be right there."

She flashed a sultry smile, and then walked unsteadily down the hallway toward Blake's bedroom. He watched her undulating ass until she entered the room at the end of the hall. He then turned toward the large picture window and gave a thumbs-up, assuming Justin was out there, crouching in the darkness. He smiled to himself. Still, he was nervous, uncertain whether his plans would come to fruition.

He strode down the hall after Meg, pulling his shirt out of his shorts as he did so. He entered the bedroom, to find Meg sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at him expectantly with twinkling eyes. He took a moment to take her in. The flowery light blue dress was riding high up her thighs, showing off her tanned legs. They were spread slightly, and Blake caught just a hint of white panties beneath her skirt. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he stood in front of her, and watched her eyes as she drank in the view.

To Meg, Blake was an Adonis as he stood there smiling down at her. He pulled off his shirt, exposing his firm pecs and rippling abdominal muscles.

He tossed the shirt carelessly on the floor, then unbuttoned his shorts. He pushed them slowly down his legs, and Meg watched as his bushy pubic hair came into view. Her eyes widened when she realized he wasn't wearing underwear, and before she knew it, his semi-hard penis sprang free, directly in front of her. She caught a quick whiff of his musky scent, and watched him grow before her very eyes.

Blake stepped out of his shorts and edged forward. Meg knew what she wanted him to do, and she was more than willing, if a little intimidated. She took him in her fingers, feeling his penis pulsate and grow. She licked her lips and looked up at him. "I'm not very good at this," she said with a trembling voice.

"Hush. I'm sure you're much better than you think."

Meg stretched out her pink, wet tongue and touched it very delicately to the rubbery tip of Blake's penis. It jerked violently out of her fingers at the sensation, and she smiled. She took a firmer grasp of the shaft, then flicked her tongue against it again. Blake moaned softly. Encouraged by his response, she swirled her tongue around the mushroom head of the now steel-hard penis, reveling in the taste. When it was slick and shiny with her spit, she opened her mouth and took the head inside, holding it there, feeling the size and texture against her tongue.

Blake bucked forward gently, encouraging her, and she slowly began to piston her head back and forth, sucking him lightly as she did so. He grabbed her hair in his hands, holding her tight, and began to slowly, carefully fuck her mouth. Meg could feel him jerk inside of her mouth, and he moaned softly in unison with every stroke.

"Oh Meg," he groaned. "You're good at this... VERY good."

Meg wrapped her long fingers around his shaft and stroked him as she sucked the penis. She was beginning to wonder if she was going to let him come inside her mouth. She had never done it for her ex-husband, but for Blake she was more than willing. She felt she would do *anything* for him.

But just at that moment Blake pulled away, and drew her firmly to her feet. He grasped Meg's arms and pulled her roughly toward him. Their mouths locked, as their tongues pushed roughly against each other. He slid his hands down her back, to the hem of her skirt. He lifted it up, over her ass, slid his fingers under the waistband of her panties, and squeezed her ass cheeks in his strong hands. She moaned loudly and ground her crotch against him.

Blake briefly trailed the tip of his index finger up the crack of her ass as he kissed the nape of her neck. He couldn't believe how hot this slut was. He wanted to throw her on the bed and fuck her senseless. But it was time to execute his plan, and he would have to be careful to do it just right.

He began to unzip the back of the dress. "I want to make you feel good Meg... to make you scream." He felt a shiver run through her body as he said that.

"Yes..." she sighed.

"I want you to lie back and let me make love to you." He pulled the sundress off her shoulders, and stroked her back lightly. He could feel her warm breath against his neck as he nibbled her ear lobe.

"Mmm... yes... do it!"

He pushed the dress down, over her hips, and it fell to the floor in a crumpled heap around her ankles. He ground his bare erection against her panties, and felt her push against him in response. He groaned with pleasure - it was going to be hard to wait. He began working on the clasp of her bra, and after a minute or two of tugging, and a girlish giggle from Meg, the garment fell free. Her soft tits were exposed, and she pressed them against his muscular chest. Blake could feel the hard, rubbery nipples pushing into his skin.

He broke away from her, and quickly yanked the bedspread off and onto the floor. He patted the cotton sheet invitingly. "Lay down Meg." With a sly grin, she immediately complied. Blake watched as she clambered onto the bed, nude except for the white panties, and lie down on her back. He drank in her fantastic body, noting the contrast between her golden-tanned skin and the ivory sheets.

He winked at her. "Just a 'sec." He walked to the closet and pulled four pre-arranged neckties off the hanger, along with a dark cloth blindfold he had fashioned that afternoon out of an old black tee shirt. Meg watched as he brought them back to the bed, her eyes narrowed into a puzzled frown.

"Um... what are those for?"

"You'll see," he said with a smile.

He put the blindfold on the nightstand and climbed on the bed, kneeling next to Meg's prone form. He tenderly took her left arm and quickly tied a loop around her wrist, then gently raised her arm behind her and over her head. Her eyes widened with understanding.

"Blake... Blake, what are you doing?" Her voice was louder, trembling with a hint of fear.

Before she knew it, Blake had firmly secured the other end of the tie to the headboard. He bent his face down, and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. "Shhh... it's okay."

He grabbed for her other arm, but she resisted. "I don't know if I like this Blake." The tremor in her voice was stronger.

"Meg, it's alright... I don't know if you've done this before, but it's fun... exciting. Just lie back and enjoy it." He smiled down at her, his friendly blue eyes soft and twinkling. It was a look that Meg had seen many times in their short relationship, a look that made her melt. 'Why was he doing this?' she asked herself. But with her trust in him, her lust, the alcohol flowing through her bloodstream... all her inhibitions were removed. Her arm went limp and she allowed Blake to tie it to the bedpost.

She watched his nude, muscular form, erect penis bobbing in front of him, with curiosity and a touch of fear, as he crawled between her spread legs and quickly removed the white panties, exposing her glorious cunt to his leering gaze once again. She could smell her strong, womanly musk filling her nostrils, and she thought that her excitement must be obvious to him. Blake tossed her panties aside, and grabbed her right foot gently. He still had two ties draped around his neck.

"My legs too? I... I think that's maybe going too far."

He smiled in response. "Nonsense." He worked quickly. Within a minute, her ankles were firmly bound to the footboard of the bed. Meg's nude body was outstretched into an "X" shape, legs spread wide. She looked up at him, a dark flash of concern clouding her big brown eyes. He crawled up to her, and kissed her softly on the lips. Meg couldn't resist him. She responded by opening her mouth, and darting her tongue out to meet his.

"Okay, one more thing," he announced. He reached toward the nightstand and grabbed the blindfold. "Much more exciting when you don't know what's coming next."

Meg couldn't help but smile. "You're nasty," she crooned.

"Yup." He wrapped the blindfold around her head, being careful not to cover her nose. "Can you breath okay?" Meg nodded, and Blake tied the black fabric behind her head. "There. Finished," he announced.

To Meg in her suddenly dark world, she could understand what Blake was talking about. It was *already* exciting, and he hadn't even touched her yet. To be helpless and exposed like this was tormenting. Her groin was on fire, eager for his touch, but she couldn't even squeeze her thighs together to provide relief. She hoped and begged that Blake would touch her there, to bring her to orgasm quickly. She wiggled her butt, but it was futile.

Blake watched as she tested the bonds. Her lolling tits jiggled with the motion. He didn't doubt his knot-tying ability, but it was good to see that she was definitely restrained. He exhaled softly, and wiped the sweat from his brow. The hard part was over. He couldn't believe it... this was actually going to work. It was time to get Justin.

"Meg, I'll be right back... I've got to get some water."

Meg nodded. Water. She wished he hadn't mentioned that. There was another reason she hoped Blake wouldn't draw this on too long. She had to pee. She should have mentioned something to him, but it was too late now. Hopefully it wouldn't get much worse, but she had a sinking feeling that the two beers she had before the three glasses of wine were going to do her in. How did she get herself in these situations? Just like that day on the lake with Justin - then it was too much iced tea, now it was beer. Well, for one thing, she couldn't have predicted that she'd end up tied to a bed. She smiled despite her discomfort.

"Why are you smiling?" Blake asked quizzically.

Normally, she'd be too embarrassed to tell him, but her inhibitions were long gone. "Oh... I have to pee." She giggled. "When we're done, I'm going to have to run to the bathroom."

Blake's cock jerked. "Hmmm," he said innocently. "I don't know... might be here awhile. You might have to go right there on the bed."

Meg's cheeks turned red. "That's not funny Blake. I'm serious."

"Me too," he snickered. "Be right back."

Meg grimaced. He MUST be joking.

Heart thumping in his chest, Blake skipped through the dimly lit house toward the front door. He quietly opened it a crack and whispered into the night. "Justin?"

He heard a faint whisper back. "I'm here." Blake stepped out onto the porch, nude but with no prying neighbors able to see him, and closed the door softly behind him. Justin emerged from the bushes, barely visible to Blake in the darkness.

"Okay buddy," he whispered. "It's all set... are you sure you still want to do it?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay. Remember what I told you. Stay absolutely silent, and follow my directions. Be careful about touching her... she'll be able to tell the difference."

"Okay."

Blake patted him on the shoulder encouragingly. "Okay, let's go in. Take off your clothes in the living room and follow me."

A few minutes later, Blake strode down the hallway toward the bedroom, with Justin tiptoeing behind him. Blake's throat was constricted and he was breathless from nervousness. He had no doubt this would work, but still... he was worried about Justin doing something stupid, like talking. Oh well, they were committed now. The boy was smart, and Blake would have to trust him.

Meg was where he had left her. 'Of course, ' Blake said silently to himself, and he smiled. "Okay, I'm back," he said aloud. "Sorry it took a little longer than I thought - got sidetracked."

"No problem," she smiled. "I'm not going anywhere."

Blake turned to look at Justin, and nearly laughed out loud. The boy's eyes were as wide as saucers, and his mouth gaped open at the sight of his mother sprawled out and tightly bound to the bed. His cock began to rise in front of him before Blake's very eyes. He poked the boy on the arm to get his attention, then pressed his finger to his lips, admonishing once again to stay silent.

The boy sidled up to the foot of the bed, staring between his mother's splayed legs. He unconsciously brought his trembling fingers to his stiff prick, and fondled it while Blake clambered onto the bed and lay down next to Meg. Her breathing was heavy and erratic with anticipation of what was coming. 'If only she knew, ' Blake thought.

He propped himself up on his left elbow and gently squeezed her right nipple with his other hand. She yelped, drawing away, but then quickly arched her back, pushing her breast toward his hand. Blake grinned, lowered his face to her quivering breast, and flicked his tongue against the rubbery nipple.

"Oooh," Meg moaned. She arched her back again. "Suck it," she breathed.

But instead, Blake reached to the left nipple and squeezed it gently. Meg twisted her body, trying to find the source of the stimulation. Blake sucked hard on the other nipple, grinning as Meg twisted in the other direction.

"Oh Lord," Meg groaned. "You're going to torture me."

Blake grinned. "*Delicious* torture." He spent several minutes stimulating Meg's jiggling tits, licking one while rubbing the other, bringing her to a fever pitch. He surprised her, coming at her from different directions and with a different source of stimulus. Meg twisted her body to and fro at his touch, voicing her pleasure with loud moans and sighs. A thin sheen of perspiration formed on her brow.

Blake began to trace his tongue lightly over her firm stomach, leaving a shiny trail of spit as he did so. He swirled his tongue in wide circular patterns over the salty skin. At the same time, he ran a fingernail teasingly up and down the soft skin of her inner thighs. Gradually, he worked lower, and he slid his lips over the upper fringe of her pubic hair. Her musky scent was powerful in his nostrils. Meg moaned loudly, and twisted her hips upward off the bed as she tried to follow his elusive tongue.

Out of the corner of his eye, Blake glanced over at Justin. The boy's face was flushed, and he was looking on intently. His cock was rigid, pointing upward toward the ceiling as his slim fingers squeezed and caressed the shaft. 'This is so fucking erotic!' Blake thought to himself. He wanted nothing more than to throw himself on top of Meg and fuck her senseless while the boy watched. But it was just the beginning, and he knew that drawing it out would lead to greater rewards later. He returned his attention to Meg, kissing and nuzzling her wiry pubic hair.

Meg groaned and writhed in her bonds. She could feel Blake's mouth so close, so tantalizingly close. Her entire body felt as if it was on a hair trigger, over-stimulated to a level that she had never experienced before. She desperately needed Blake to lick her vagina, to bring her to orgasm. But his movements were too slow and deliberate.

Through it all, the pressure in her bladder was steadily increasing to the bursting point. Her mind was alternately consumed by the powerful sexual tingling in her clitoris and the desperate urge to pee. She didn't know how long she could hold out. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together, to relieve the pressure and provide some much-needed stimulation, but it was futile, and she knew it. Floating in a rapturous haze, she could hear her moans, only vaguely aware that it was her own frustrated passion she was listening to.

Blake's warm tongue was sliding slowly along the crease of her inner thigh, while his firm hand softly caressed her other leg. "Oh God Blake," she groaned. "Please..." She grit her teeth and swiveled her hips. If she could only bring her clitoris into contact with his tongue...

"What Meg?"

"Please lick me!"

"Like this?" And he trailed his tongue down her leg toward her knee.

"Nooo," she moaned. "The other way... my... my clit. Oh please..."

But her begging fell on deaf ears. Blake's wet tongue ran along the hollow on the inside of her knee. He winked at Justin as he worked his way down Meg's trembling leg. The boy smiled nervously, still fingering his blood-engorged cock, and Blake smiled reassuringly.

Meg's head lolled from side to side. She was breathing hard as Blake took her to incredible heights of glorious agony. She could feel the beads of perspiration running down her forehead and soaking the blindfold. Her vagina was on fire, and she could feel her clitoris throbbing, desperate to be touched by Blake's glorious tongue. And through it all, the need to urinate grew more and more intense. She was growing increasingly alarmed that she would pee on the sheets, and the thought mortified her. She had to make Blake understand. Maybe he would release her and allow her to go to the bathroom.